Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Armenia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jawbox to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
Lakeside,
Slave,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lower 48,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camouflage,
The Gun Club,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Selecter,
Quantec,
Anakelly,
Hardrive,
The Beau Brummels,
Intrusion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joy Division,
Ice-T,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Susan Cadogan,
Slick Rick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Desert Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Freddie Wadling,
Y Pants,
Steve Hackett,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Motorama,
Johnny Clarke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skriet,
Sun Ra,
cv313,
Pole,
Alphaville,
The Modern Lovers,
Ossler,
Dawn Penn,
Minutemen,
The Fire Engines,
Whodini,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hoover,
Outsiders,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pulsallama,
The Slackers,
Adolescents,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ludus,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.